TWELVE
1 - 2

Jurassic crew

What we 'bout to do

Brothers have no clue

3 - 4 tear down the door & give the party people what they came here for



My pleasure principle from the streets of south central

Ghetto hip-hop non-stop fundamentals

Urban curve servin vocabulary surgeon

Rebel with the turban & street corner sermon

I keep it workin for certain closed curtain

Renegade rider for truth when I'm dispursin

That body rock movement ghetto baby music

We heat the ghetto with the inner-city coolness

Who's this?



Slicing the rhyme to square bits

Burning through open skin

Like newly prepared grits

It's tuna fish

I'm bringing the bad news

And changin yo bad views

If you thinkin that cash rules - oooh

Puff a nickle

Blow words like snot speckles

When shots echo some duck and hide

Like doc jeckle, like Don Wrickles

I'm kickin lines that stop heckles

Correctin all who think dem bumbaclot special



I've got my mind on my money for those that comprehend

And money on whatever I think I look fresh in

Question is he steppin authentic

Controller of the pen and frankin scented lieutenant

Spit it yo despite you critics comments

Knowin it ain't a hotter verse than Zaakir Mohammed

Whatever last or first or bottom or top [

Now is it stop hip hop or hip hop don't stop



You need to protect ya neck

You da kinda brotha that be chasin checks

Me and my crew crash through and get nuff respect

Basic Beck drinkers

I'm beyond the average thinker

Break an MC down like my name was Dr. shrinker

Passion pink Mc's wearing mink MC's

On the brink Mc's you need to think Mc's

About to sink Mc's don't even speak Mc's

Cause half the shit you kickin sounding

Weak Mc's



Chorus



I'm razor sharp with mine

Sunset till sun

I admit I used to bite people shit when I was young

Back in 83 before my rhyme was preferred

Now my connection with the word is superb primo my "AC" 310

The first confidential inscribe my initial

The Z double aki and r submerge and submarine words

And near and far cause I'm too hot to handle to cold to freeze

And I'ma dis any nigga that sound like me



Breeze through the trees

Feel the flavor at ease

Degrees of melodies typewriter mc's

Stay on they Q's & P's

With in my vicinity

Department of correctional rhyme ability

Keep the biters on lock

Rock no silk but still shock

Rhyme around the clock



From dawn to dusk

My raps is mac trucks

You smucks is outta luck

I'm ready to run a muck

Slicing the rhyme to square bits

Burning through open skin

Like newly prepared grits

It's tuna fish

I'm bringing the bad news

And changin' yo bad views

If you thinkin that cash rules - oooh

Puff a nickle

Blow words like snot speckles

When shots echo some duck and hide

Like doc, jeckle, like Don Wrickles

I'm kickin lines that stop heckles

Correctin all who think dem bumbaclot special



You'll get bruised kid

Ghetto blues you'll never refuse shit

Shows good lynchin emcees like rosewood

I'm shrinkin you rap characters

Into dye cast miniatures

I'll blast ten of yours

While my rhymes harass senators

Through T.V. monitors

Brains in glass dinner jars verbal vinegar

For you biters down at the salad bar

The comrade that's makin' yo mom mad

I'm feelin a calm glad from burnin this bomb bag